Chapter 25

Charles

“Oh, please, Charles. Yes. Do it. Spray me down.”

Heidi’s straight teeth were bared as she sat on her knees before me. Her chest dipped, all of her pleading. Of course, it was only gentlemanly for me to comply. Taking my swollen cock, I pumped it with all the vigor it required to spew out its final joy.

And then I let the glorious heat rain down upon her. It went all over her face, in her mouth for a snack, and then down over those dipped, trembling tits.

She licked a little off with a cocky smile, and then I sneezed.

My eyes closed, and when I woke up, I was alone in my bed.

Dammit. Between my legs, my dick was as hard as ever. I sighed, willing the dream away. I hadn’t even figured out what to do about Heidi, and now I was having wet dreams about her? This was definitely not the time for that.

My body felt itchy and cloistered. Throwing myself upright, I stormed over to the bathroom. A good shower would take my mind off things. It always did.

Although I was reminded of the last time I’d stood in a shower for an extended period. That had been to call Heidi, as I’d been excited about the prospect of seeing her again. And now?

As the warm, welcome beads sprayed down upon me, I shook the thought away. Now was the time to relax and forget about her, take my mind off things.

My fingertips scrubbed at my head anxiously, easing in some shampoo and enjoying the slight mocha scent. According to Henry, some old flame of his had given him the shampoo. It was supposedly of the Lux brand and was from Ethiopia or something, with expensive essential oils and strange herbal mixtures. The result was always super-hydrated and healthy feeling hair. I brought the bottle up inches away from my eyes. Mocha Madness. I grinned slightly at the name.

As I washed the shampoo suds off, a bubbly trickle settled over my dick. I wiped it off hastily only to see my dick jut higher. How was it still raging with an erection?

The answer occurred to me as soon as my eyes closed: Heidi. That was how. Maybe she was taking a shower right now. Maybe she was letting liquid beads roam like fingertips and run warmly down her heaving chest as she thought about me.

I froze. My hand had been mindlessly on my dick. Thinking about Heidi made it hard, but peeling my hand away did no good.

By now, my boner was throbbing insistently. Maybe just a bit of fantasizing couldn’t hurt…

And so I thought of myself entering the shower Heidi was enjoying oh so obliviously. I saw myself slamming her into the shower wall. She protested for just a fraction of a second until my lips hit hers. Then all of her sank into me. I guiding her head to where we both wanted it.

She sucked me down with all the gusto I could’ve paid an escort for and more skill. She sucked my cock like she’d been born to do it. Those full lips, winding tongue, and saliva left my dick reeling.

She put her whole body into it, little moans dribbling out of her mouth as she did. Dipping down, my fingers found she was just as wet as I’d suspected. Pushing her away slightly, I shoved my fingers up and made her taste. When she did, I knew it was time.

Lifting her up and holding her in the air, I brought her onto my dick and then off it. Thanking God that I’d done all those bench presses, I could only grit my teeth as I hoisted her on my cock and then off, on and off.

Her body was limp in my arms, like a doll. She was groaning and cooing for more. Her hands pawed at my face desperately while my dick jerked in her joyously. More and more and more until the world was a way of being, a way of living. Until every part of us, every nerve ending and every wisp of our thoughts were twined for this one aim, this release of releases we could both sense inching up our backs.

It was unbearable and unavoidable, and so horribly needed, we clenched around each other, crying and swearing and being until I couldn’t take it anymore and I finally stabbed into her. My dick spilled into her orgasm and her pussy clasped it.

Together, we collapsed on the floor, coming and wailing.

My eyes opened. I was spilling my liquid joy into the shower. It spilled down into the drain and then away. Damn that Heidi.

I couldn’t stand in the shower, jerking off to woman I might not be able to have forever, but I had a charity meeting now.

Already, I could feel my dick hardening again at just the thought of Heidi, but I swept her away. After getting out of the shower and toweling myself off, I got dressed quickly.

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In the car and on the way to the charity meeting a few minutes later, a thought struck me. Mother was expected there too.

Getting out of the car early, I decided to walk the last two blocks there. Some fresh air would do me good. Besides, the sun was finally making a real appearance for the first time in days. My bare wrists and forearms enjoyed the sensation of its rays washing over them.

Each breath of city air seemed to bolster my lungs. I was playing out what I would say to Mother when I saw her.

Although, a few minutes later, when we both entered the door at the same time, it was entirely impromptu. Everything I had planned went out the window as my whole body seized up with emotion.

“Charles,” she said formally and pointlessly, as if she were indicating that a wall was indeed a wall. When she moved to pass me, I stepped in front of her.

“You can’t do this.”

Our eyes bored into each other’s for a minute before she straightened herself.

“I most certainly can. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

My hand caught her wrist. “Don’t.”

Her mouth worked furiously as she weighed her options. She could keep her pride and pull away no matter what scene it caused, or she could avoid another scene like the one that had occurred at the ball. Finally, she decided on the latter.

“Try as you might,” I said quietly, “you are not going to get away with just shunning me. Father and Henry won’t allow it. Hell, England won’t allow it. And me aside, you have a grandchild. Whether you like it or not, whether you accept it or not, you have a grandchild. And if you shun an innocent baby, too, I think you know that none of us will forgive you for it—if you could even manage to forgive your own despicable self.”

I let go of her wrist. She was frozen. For one single, glorious second, I almost thought she was considering giving in. But then her lips sealed together as firmly as ever and she walked away without another word to me.

She hadn’t given a response because there was no need. Mother was as set in her ways as I had feared. The consequences were unavoidable. If I made the decision I wanted to, then I’d be shunned for good.